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Grand Isle
by Jamo Synthetica
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A few years back I came here with a thirst for getting better
As I pondered all the minnows I had thought that I might never
Down the shoreline stands a rock-face where I heard when I was younger
Echoing from downtown a familiar synthesizer
It was then I'd like to think that I'd made up my mind
But my future was written slowly, not an instant at a time
Nearby here on Jenne is a place I wish I missed
But there the story's over and here I still can sit
Before me stands a trestle so decrepit that it clashes
With the beauty of this vista which ignores your circumstances
This place holds so much more than what is present here
But what will it contain when ailed with ten more years
The quality of water is aggressively complacent
But reality is bounded to a finite set of patience
I fear that when I visit in a decade I'll discover
Either thoughts I had still present or have failed to be recovered
A few years back I came here with a thirst for getting better
As I pondered all the minnows I had thought that I might never
Down the shoreline stands a rock-face where I heard when I was younger
Echoing from downtown a familiar synthesizer
It was then I'd like to think that I'd made up my mind
But my future was written slowly, not an instant at a time
Nearby here on Jenne is a place I wish I missed
But there the story's over and here I still can sit
Before me stands a trestle so decrepit that it clashes
With the beauty of this vista which ignores your circumstances
This place holds so much more than what is present here
But what will it contain when ailed with ten more years
The quality of water is aggressively complacent
But reality is bounded to a finite set of patience
I fear that when I visit in a decade I'll discover
Either thoughts I had still present or have failed to be recovered
